Today I set my alarm for 7am, but was so tired and snoozed until the last possible second that I could get out of bed and still make it on time to work at 8:30. I try to walk a different route to work every morning to see the side streets of my neighborhood. This morning, since I was running late, I decided to take a bus. But I took the 208 instead of the 203 (signs are easily confused) and ended up somewhere completely different at about 8:45. I ended up taking a cab to work from I don't know where exactly. The truffis thwart me again!
In the morning, I worked on the packet I am creating as part of my Gender Identity Awareness Campaign. At 11, I went with my main-man (slash boss) Oscar to the main plaza to film some general B roll of the plaza for my documentary.
Sarah's host family invited me over for lunch, so I went to their house at about 12:30. The house is quite the spectacle. The design is really fascinating-- all of the rooms (bedrooms, kitchen etc.) open up into a big court yard that is covered in overgrown greenery and is also a storage space for a host of items including: old TVs, a stove, huge amounts of scrap metal, endless parts of furniture, really interesting artwork, and parrots. The family is incredibly nice and they joke with me a lot. We were not two seconds into lunch before the brothers (who are all in their 30s) started harping on me for not eating spicy food, then poured me a shot of some fermented alcohol that tasted like a mix of wine and four loko, then told me the best way to cook cow intestines. THEN they brought out the kittens.
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There are so many animals in that house! The parrots, the kittens, the dogs, the two year old!
Moving along-- After my kitty snuggle session, I went back to work and edited some of the footage I have shot so far. After work I walked home, realized when I got home that my key to one of our locks was completely mangled, so I battled with the lock for about 15 minutes and finally got in the house. Next, I went to the gym and hit my record running of 25 minutes (It's HARD to run in this altitude, OK?) and lifted weights.
The truffi I needed to take to the FSD office wasn't coming, so I started walking. Surprisingly, I don't feel unsafe in Cochabamba at 9pm. At least not in the northern parts. I did, however, sprint across the bridge between the gym and the office because the Cleferos (glue sniffers) hang out under the bridge and are just itching to steal my iphone.
Lastly, I traversed to an Irish pub with Annie and Manuela to eat guacamole with french fries (go figure, everything here is served with potatoes. EVERYTHING) and drink a beer. I left smelling like smoke because every single person in Cochabamba smokes.
Tomorrow? Back to work! Saturday, going to a campo with Manuela to help her with a dental hygiene workshop. Sunday? Futbol!
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